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Sept 20, 2019 6:29:44 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2019 6:29:44 GMT -5
Puck wasn’t sure when he’d stopped loathing being Kratos’ pet.
Was it a rocky start? Yes. But so far he’s be hard pressed to find reason to complain if not for the silly outfits. The previous day, he’d been fully serviced to “grooming” in which he was cleaned thoroughly, in a gentle way. And was tended to like he was some sort of... Royalty.
People were treating him better too. Practically bending over backwards to keep him happy... it was weird - like angering the king’s lap dog was as bad as angering the king himself. And it was in this way, he’d realized he had some sway - best put that he was top of the human food chain. Something he liked for a change.
That said there were some things he didn’t like. Like his “room”, a glorified cell with a massive dog bed for him to sleep on. Don’t get him wrong the bed was soft, and the blankets comfortable. “But it’s a cage...” he murmured as he snuggled into the blankets early one morning. Still dressed in whatever childish get-up he’d been given the morning before. “God. I should bury myself for enjoying any of this.”
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